Gold from Straw || reginaqueenmills

In all honesty, Rumplestiltskin had not expected this turn in his life. Since his childhood, he’d dream of having a proper family someday, and he couldn’t think of anything that would overshadow that dream. Yes, he had magic—magic he barely understood, and that his kind guardians urged him to keep secret. Even so, he had not pictured himself actually honing his abilities as a livelihood. He’d used what magic he could manage to become a successful spinner and weaver. Successful, indeed, all despite his unhappy heritage. But this was a means to an end. It was to prepare to provide for a wife and children, who would not want thanks to his talents, and whom he’d love as he hungered to love and be loved.

Then, suddenly, just as he hoped his relationship with Milah, a childhood friend, seemed to take him in the direction of that life he longed for, a powerful sorceress appeared inquiring about him. For all his efforts to lead a normal life, word of his magic did leak out. Many people were wary of his gifts; Milah, to his relief, was delighted as well as surprised. But before she and Rumple could really talk about what this meant for their future, Lady Cora came to his humble hut. A wizard should not live on such meager means, she told him. Someone of his talent deserved better.

Rumplestiltskin wasn’t sure what to make of anything she said, even when she offered to let him live on her large estate and teach him magic. It did feel foolish to turn her down. But live in her home? As what, besides an apprentice? The idea struck him as strange, since he was now a grown man in his prime, not an adolescent needing guidance from a mentor.

He begged for a night of reflection. Cora granted it, while emphasizing what a waste it would be to reject the offer. Rumple, weighed down by this notion, spun for most of the night to clear his head. His magic turned wool into shimmering shades of the brightest plumage. His mind, like the wheel, circled, focusing on one curious statement Cora had made:

"With your natural ability and my instruction, don’t be surprised if you started turning straw into gold."

Perhaps temptation got him in the end. It wasn’t the only motive, however. Rumple wondered about Cora herself, her life, her powers. She could appear and disappear at will, move objects with a flick of her wrist, even change objects from one thing to another. Curiosity egged him to see what else she could do—if he could ever hope to meet her level.

But something else pushed him into his final decision. It was the memory of his father letting him go, and green light engulfing him and changing Malcolm from a man into a boy. Magic had taken away his happiness. But maybe magic could bring it back, too. Maybe it could wipe away the bad memories people had of Malcolm the Coward, and free his son from the man’s shadow.

The following day Cora returned to find Rumple packed. He had visited Milah to tell her the news, that he wasn’t sure when he’d be back, but promising to return. Instead of simply appearing in the village, the lady traveled by an ornate carriage, lined with velvet and satin, so fancy Rumple was a little embarrassed to even touch it. With a beckoning smile, Cora invited him to climb in first.

Within a few hours, perhaps thanks to magic, they arrived as a grand house and vast grounds. As Rumple stepped down the carriage’s steps, Cora said, “I’m afraid these clothes won’t do.” She waved her hand. Rumple gasped while blue fog wrapped around him, making him momentarily dizzy. It cleared quickly to show that his peasant clothes had changed for a simple but elegant tunic and a warm red robe lined with gold thread.

Though startled by the change, Rumple smiled, radiating gratitude. “Thank you, milady.”

Cora smiled, too, looking pleased either with his appearance or herself. Maybe both. “A new life deserves a new wardrobe, Rumplestiltskin. Now, there’s someone I’m eager for you to meet.”

Crown and Dagger || chippedrose
Sir Maurice waited in the great hall for his daughter’s arrival. He was alone, quiet, slowly pacing, the weight of the dagger always heavy on his belt hidden under his fur-trimmed robe. Maybe this was too much. Belle, his only child, brilliant but still innocent in many ways, already had a hefty duty awaiting her come the day she inherited the kingdom. This fact had prompted Maurice to arrange her marriage as soon as possible so that, should anything happen to him, her future would be as secure as possible. Sir Gaston might not have had Belle’s mind, but his will was strong. He was brave. He would help Belle lead their people in continuing safety. And keep that bloody beast down in the castle dungeons under control.
Yet Maurice wondered how much of this arrangement Belle was ready to accept. Well, he’d find out soon enough. Touching the dagger through the velvet, though, he couldn’t help shuddeing as he remembered visiting the cell, watching the Dark One spin gold as he was ordered to do every day, and mumble things to himself. That creature, even under the sway of the dagger, could be insubordinate. And he was probably half-mad.
His poor dear girl. A father should spare his child such a burden. But the Dark One protected their land, so long as the dagger stayed within their family. If Belle couldn’t wield it, Gaston would, and in a way Maurice felt more comfortable with that notion. But he would let Belle know and understand what this responsibility entailed, so that she could decide what to do herself. She, like her mother, always insisted she choose her own fate. He had to hope that her innate wisdom, for someone so young, outweighed her youthful naivete.

Crown and Dagger || chippedrose

Sir Maurice waited in the great hall for his daughter’s arrival. He was alone, quiet, slowly pacing, the weight of the dagger always heavy on his belt hidden under his fur-trimmed robe. Maybe this was too much. Belle, his only child, brilliant but still innocent in many ways, already had a hefty duty awaiting her come the day she inherited the kingdom. This fact had prompted Maurice to arrange her marriage as soon as possible so that, should anything happen to him, her future would be as secure as possible. Sir Gaston might not have had Belle’s mind, but his will was strong. He was brave. He would help Belle lead their people in continuing safety. And keep that bloody beast down in the castle dungeons under control.

Yet Maurice wondered how much of this arrangement Belle was ready to accept. Well, he’d find out soon enough. Touching the dagger through the velvet, though, he couldn’t help shuddeing as he remembered visiting the cell, watching the Dark One spin gold as he was ordered to do every day, and mumble things to himself. That creature, even under the sway of the dagger, could be insubordinate. And he was probably half-mad.

His poor dear girl. A father should spare his child such a burden. But the Dark One protected their land, so long as the dagger stayed within their family. If Belle couldn’t wield it, Gaston would, and in a way Maurice felt more comfortable with that notion. But he would let Belle know and understand what this responsibility entailed, so that she could decide what to do herself. She, like her mother, always insisted she choose her own fate. He had to hope that her innate wisdom, for someone so young, outweighed her youthful naivete.

What was on the whiteboards?

I’m currently watching the skit Adam and Eddy made about how they chose Frozen for their next story arc. Or, rather, I’m constantly pausing it to see what’s written on the boards.

Here’s what I could get.

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"Evil, schmevil" - Evil Knievel

[crossed-out list]

  • Wage disparity
  • Loss of net neutrality
  • Non-human productions
  • E. bola
  • Witches
  • Domestic spying
  • The butler from “Aristocats”
  • Meteor!
  • Sharks
  • Unemployment
  • The Devil
  • Poor body image

Unexpected Villains

  • Puppies
  • Toddlers
  • The Elderly (Witch)
  • Flowers/Plants (apple!)
  • Home furnishings
  • Pretty ladies (various)
  • Canadians

Things Villains Do

  • Chuckle
  • Steeple fingers
  • Pace
  • Laugh maniacally
  • Scheme
  • Fume/Rant
  • Act harshly re: henchmen*
  • Be mean

Things Villains Like

  • Mayhem
  • Lactose

* henchpeople or henchpersons

Ways to Fight Evil

  • Snow White - arrows
  • Emma, Regina - magic
  • Belle - pluck
  • Dr. Whale - smarm
  • Jiminy - appeal to conscience
  • Granny - lasagne
  • Henry - winning smile

[another board behind A&E]

Problem -> Escalation -> Henry in danger! -> Resolution -> Coda-Palooza

[Untitled list #1]

  • Whimsical
  • Optimistic
  • Hip
  • Perky
  • Terrified
  • Unmotivated

[Untitled list #2]

  • Hell
  • Hades
  • Airplane (babies)
  • The Valley
  • The Pit of Despair
  • Sarlacc Pit
  • Detroit (recovering)

New Fairytales

  • The Frog and the Other Frog
  • The Princess and the Peace Officer
  • The Tallest Dwarf (AKA “The Normal-Sized Guy”
  • Peg, the Princess with the Wooden Leg

[third board opposite the first]

Rules of Time Travel

  • Don’t kill ancestors (descendants okay)
  • No butterfly death
  • * Kill Hitler okay
  • Bring gifts to the overlords (????)
  • [something I couldn’t read]